Hello!
[echo] Hellooooo!
Sounds like a soul in hell.
We got totally lied to by our album covers, man.
So in the late fall of 1982, when I heard that Tap was releasing a new album called “Smell the Glove”, and was planning their first tour of the United States in almost six years to promote that album, well needless to say I jumped at the chance to make the documentary - the, if you will, “rockumentary” - that you’re about to see.
You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
Time, distance… nothing could separate them because they knew. It was right, it was real, it was…
It’s the happiest time in a woman’s life.
No, please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.
You killed your mother! You left her alone to die! Bastard!
My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Prepare ship for ludicrous speed.
Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Charred. Call it what you will. It’s all methamphetamine. That’s what I’m here for.
Chitty Chitty BANG! BANG!
You pulled the trigger. It just took this long for the bullet to hit.
You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?
Do I laugh now, or wait 'til it gets funny?
Haven’t you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?
Everyone laughed at me. Well, no one’s laughing now.
They’re all gonna laugh at you! They’re all gonna laugh at you!
That’s pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys.